Kitrey Lepil Dist 7

My birthday, today Jan 10, made me leap for joy, i've made it an entire eighteen years, but that doesnt leave me safe from the scary hunger games, i've still got a year to go.



My semi wavy/tangled mop of brown hair is still slung back in the norm... a pony tail. My blue eyes are getting darker as the years wear on. My mediumish hands have red burn scars on the back of them... accident. I have many scars from being extremely clumsy, but I've been using this strange ointment on them, they are starting to fade, but they're still there...
I put on my favorite outfit, being my birthday and all, My Long sleeved beigish silk-like shirt, no one can afford the real stuff... except a select few, and light blue straight-leg jeans with the random holes, and my white tennies... I look in the full length mirror and my 5'8 stature makes me happy with who is looking back...

I feel lonely a lot of the time, because i have no one to talk to, i have no friends, and as much as i am social, im not loyal, i couldnt allow myself to come into harm's way when a 'friend' may be in need, im not like that.


Yesterday I was in a bummed mood, I dont know why, but I felt depressed... I couldnt possibly pinpoint its' reason, but then again I dont know why i seem to shift out of different moods, its beyond me. Today however, im in the best mood of all, im happy and cheery, and I feel confident, unlike two days ago when i felt like a stick, but today i feel healthy and well, good. Tomorrow, who knows what ill be like?

Self History assignment: For school: I begin to write...
'When i was growing up, i had both parents, both of now are dead. A construction incident took their lives and i wasnt even allowed to see their mangled bodies, not that i would've wanted that. Well since then i've been in and out of trouble with the 'keepers, though they 'know' or think that its because of depression, but i cant enlighten them any more on that subject than they can. I've been kicked out of the community home twice, only to end up right back in my old home. I'm considered 'wealthy' but i wouldnt agree, 'wealthy' means to me, having a good life, not a lot of money, but i suppose im very wealthy when thought of about cash. Well anyhow, I've been alone in my large house for sometime now, my parents died when i was only fourteen, so that leaves two years at the community home and two at my own home.'
I end up erasing everything i've written and draw up a new life, one not so depressing.